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“Where you going?”
“Why do you even care?” Irina irritably turned to face Elena “Jealous much?”
Irina had spend all day working on the farm while the sisters were off making trouble for her and the town. She had had enough of their bullshit for the day.
She would go have some dinner with Abby and all would be well. They would cuddle and relax, away from these two dumb fingerfucks that should be banned from stepping into any farm.
She put on her crimson red lipstick in one smooth motion, smoothing out her dress and hair, making a show for her ex whose gaze had never left her way.
“Like my outfit? Cait lend me her push up bra.” Irina watched Elena’s eyes shoot down to her breasts and take a quick half lidded glance.
“I know you love my tits. Take a good look while you can. We are making things official with Abby tonight.” She turned to her vanity aiming for her perfume while also checking Elena’s expression from the mirror.
Elena still wasn’t over her, was she?
“Why are you here?” She put down the perfume and leaned on her hands on the vanity table, anger rising. “Stop fucking standing there and start talking.”
Abigail was so sweet, had treated her so right, every moment with her was something Irina cherish deeply.
If so, why wasn’t she pushing Elena away? Why was she letting her push her dress up slowly, hands splayed on her bare thighs as she desperately moved under her touch?
“Elena... Don’t-ah...”
“You could always push me away, you know that.” whispered Elena to her ear. Irina’s back on her front, her curves under her fingertips.
“I can’t...be late. Hurry up.”
That’s all Elena needed to hear to get on her knees. With underwear pushed to the side she ate like her life depended on it, until her face was as drenched as her pussy.
Irina was pissed off at Elena but mostly at herself. She put all her energy into her angry stomps as she stormed off the main crib, away from a past mistake that still haunted her.
She was all hot and flustered. Not the most ideal state for someone to be in when going on a dinner with the parents of your soon to be partner. They had not made it official with Abigail yet, as she had felt the need to come out to her parents first.
In the end, It was a small town and people liked to talk. Coming out wasn’t easy and was a different experience for everyone. Irina hoped to have Abigail’s coming out to be a good memory for her to remember.
Her coming out was batshit crazy but... At least her mom hadn’t thrown bottles at her head like Elena’s mom had.
“You deserve someone that loves you unconditionally Irina. And believe me when I say, I can fulfill that role just fine.” Abigail had taken a deep breath. “But first, I need to be transparent about my feelings. I owe my parents at least that much.”
Irina had caressed her cheek and leaned over the tiptoed purple head to kiss her softly on the lips.
“You got this baby. You have me to lean on.” It was a weird feeling to kiss a new set of lips, a different shape, less full, but just as sweet.
After that conversation and a day later, here she was standing in front of Pierre’s ugly shop, waiting in her soaked panties, uncomfortable and nervous.
Surprisingly, the dinner was going well until it wasn’t. Pierre was grumpier than usual, which Irina assumed was because Caroline had him cook for once instead of doing so herself.
“How are things going on in the farm? Heard you guys got some new chickens.” said Pierre cutting a piece of steak that was overcooked.
Number one problem of Pelican Town: Words got around fast. And the townsfolk were fucking boring holding onto every piece of information they could to add some spark to their petty lives.
“Yeah business has been going pretty well, the chickens definitely added to the profit.” Irina knew Pierre well, his life revolved around money and profit and somewhere in there he cared about Abigail’s well-being. Irina needed him to believe she was swimming in enough money to take care of Abby.
“It’s remarkable for three woman to revamp an entire farm without any man’s help!” Pierre laughed as if woman being capable was the most unbelievable thing. Not the first of those sexist comments she had heard from Pierre tonight. Irina twitched but put on a fake smile. This bitch. If Elena was here she would put a bullet through-
Irina felt her lover’s hand softly land on hers with a frown directed at Pierre.
“Dad—“
“What Pierre is trying to say is that we are all proud of how far you guys came. Right darling?” Caroline was trying her best.
“Salad, anyone?” Irina offered her plate to Caroline and started chewing grudgingly on a new plate full of food. Maybe Elena was right, less community more JoJo.
Everyone was silent until Abby spoke up.
“Mom, dad...” Irina gave her a assuring smile. Abigail smiled back and continued against the confused face of Pierre and the knowing smile of Caroline. “You guys support me through anything whether its bad or good. And I am forever thankful. It would mean the world to me if you guys showed the usual support and approved of...” Abigail shot the warmest smile at the blonde and clasped her hands with Irina’s big hands. ”...our relationship.”
Pierre looked around in disbelief, smiling weirdly, stuffing his mouth with food as if trying to postpone the words trying to escape. Caroline frowned at her husband, then turned to the couple with a warm smile.
“Abby, of course you have our full support on your relationship. This is wonderful news-“
“What relationship-“ Pierre managed to ask through his full mouth before choking on a piece of steak as he had a coughing fit in his napkin.
“Pierre! Darling here—“ Caroline rushed to bring the glass full of water to his lips. It was no use. He was red as a tomato. His hands were on his throat.
“Dad!” Abigail rushed to her dad’s side around the table. “Irina do something, please!”
Irina slowly got up, resisting rolling her eyes, but couldn’t resist the mocking smile spreading to her face. So much for wishing for a relaxing night. Local or corporate, businesses found a way to ruin everything. How could an angel like Abigail be the daughter of someone like him? Didn’t make sense.
“Everyone calm down.” But she wouldn’t stay calm. Irina got behind Pierre and put her arms around him. Before actually doing the saving maneuver, she exploded.
“First you disrespect me and my friends, declare us incapable because we are woman, don’t respect neither you daughter nor your wife and now you are ruining our night because you don’t fucking know how to chew your food right!” Gasps filled the room, shocked ones from Abby and Caroline, breathless ones from the Local Bitch. Audacity was delicious.
As the piece of meat flew across the room, mom and daughter duo took a deep relieved breath together, holding their hands over their hearts. Pierre kept coughing, tears on his eyes from lack of oxygen.
This didn’t stop him from ending the silence with a question directed at his daughter.
“You are dating... her?” His voice had cracked.
“You are breaking my heart Pierre, I have a name you know.“ Irina helped him get up and made him sit onto the chair a bit with too much force. She was annoyed.
Irina sat on the side of the table and shot out a hand for Pierre.
“Let’s do this again, dad. Name’s Irina.” Pierre was wide eyed, his glasses lopsided, and looked at Irina as if he had just seen a ghost. Irina could make him wish he had seen a ghost. Careful there, soon to be father-in-law, Irina could be a menace. She had learned it from the very best.
He took her hand and shook it timidly.
“Pierre.”
“Hi Pierre.” She leaned in and signed. “I just saved your life and your daughter is in love with a woman. Just... Get over it. I will marry her and you will learn how to chew your food right.” She patted his head and fixed his glasses, adjusting it so it can sit on his nose with a wiggle. She got up from the table and clapped her hands making everyone flinch.
“I don’t know about you all, but I am ready for desert.”